CXLIII.

Soon to the field returns the Count Rollánd With Durendal in hand; as a true knight He fights. Faldrun del Pin he cleaves in half With twenty-four among the bravest foes. Never was man so bent upon revenge. As run wild deer before the chasing hounds, Before Rollánd the Pagans flee.--"Well done!" The Archbishop cries, "Such valor a true Knight Should have, when mounted, armed, on his good steed! Else, not four deniers is he worth: a monk In cloister should he be, and spend his life In praying for our sins!...." "Strike," said Rollànd, "No quarter!"--At the word the French renew The combat ... yet the Christian loss was great. Aoi.